I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. What they said made sense, but there was something about forming a fucking partnership with them that fucking pissed me off.
A large part of it was because there would be no backing out once I agreed. I didn’t fucking mind, but I wasn’t sure if that was what I wanted for my sons.
I looked back at Kai, but nothing in his eyes gave away his thoughts or emotions.
“I have to talk to my VP and my enforcer,” I said.
Julian nodded, standing. “Of course. You know how to get in contact with us.”
I moved out of the way and watched them leave the office.
Fuck.
“Dad, what are you going to do?” Kai asked when the door closed behind them.
“We’ll talk with Roman and Micah first,” I said, not wanting to make any decisions until I had their input, though I already knew what I was leaning toward doing.
“Did you find anything on the Blue Paragon?” I asked.
“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about before we realized they were here,” he said. “I’ve been tracking Blue Paragon’s movements based on their credit card bills, and there has been a lot of air travel for the company to Las Vegas.”
Even without the Four Horsemen revealing the connections between the Sons of War and Blue Paragon, this would have made sense. I nodded.
“What do you plan to do?” he asked.
“Tell Roman to send a group of twenty men to Las Vegas. We’re gonna go on the offense and start attacking,” I said. There was no more waiting around. I still hadn’t found the traitor, but perhaps this would be a step forward. I was gonna lure the fucking shitheads out by destroying every single one of their properties. “And we need to tighten security around our properties. I’ll put you in charge of this, yeah?”
“Of course,” he said without hesitation, like I knew he would. “I won’t let you down.”
22
DOMINIC
I came homea little after six, after I caught Roman up on what was going on and had helped pick out twenty brothers to go out to Las Vegas. The attack would take place tonight, and I needed something to do to take my mind off it until then.
I went home to Emmy.
I didn’t think I had ever spent so much of my time at home, but when things went to shit, I needed to go home to her.
To lose myself in her and to remind myself that there were things worth fighting for.
It felt like I hadn’t lived for myself in a long time. Everything I did had been for the club and for my boys. But I got greedy, and I took Emmy for my own.
I took her from her life and brought her into the darkness of my world.
I should feel fucking guilty about that.
I didn’t.
I would be holding on to Emmy with both fucking hands, and I wasn’t letting her go. I found her by the piano, messing around with the keys but not really playing anything.
“Play something for me,” I said gruffly.
She jumped about a foot in the air, turning to me and clutching her chest.
“Jesus, you scared me.”
I came up to her and placed one hand on her small shoulder. She didn’t flinch.
